Now bend over. Hmmmmm. OK, let's do that again, and I'll photograph you."I repeat the routine accompanied by clicks from Jonathan's digi-cam."OK, than... you, Fifty. I will work up a design on these and I will come for you later." Sir," I ask, "what will it look like and where will it be?"Jonathan smiles. "To be absolutely honest, I haven't decided yet. The very best and most artistic tattoos tend to be bold and simple. They're often quite a bit larger than their owners originally had in mind.". She rolled on toher back, pulled her heels up to her arse and splayed her thighs as shecame again. I took my hand from her wet panties and began to gently feelher breasts through the sheer bodice of her nightdress as I gave her a deepkiss which she now accepted. I lowered my lips to her breast and began to suck on her prominentnipple through the nylon of her nightdress. Andrea was gently tremblingfrom the effects of the two powerful orgasms and her small hand was stillalmost automatically. But no one knew him as Kaitlin!"Geez, did you go deaf, Katie?" The girl smiled at Kevin, like they wereold friends."I, um, I." It's okay. You enjoying the fair?" The girl reached out and touchedKevin's arm. And suddenly he was flooded with memories. They weren't hismemories, but they were strangely familiar:-Kaitlin and Becky (her name was Becky!) playing with dolls afterkindergarten.-Two best friends, sharing clothes, and experimenting with forbiddenmakeup.-Two girls entering junior high,. Margery spent an interminable time there, totally unable to judge how long she had been there, or how much longer she would suffer, dressed as she was only in her revealing evening dress, with no underwear, shoes or coat.Three hours, which felt like an eternity to her, later she was taken out of the cell by two guards in ordinary Army uniforms and marched into an office. A short, fat man in plain clothes, who looked more like a bank clerk than a torturer, took charge of Margery's interrogation..